Beggar / Lover

Every fool that falls
 Fall slightly faster
 Than the apple on the master
 Quietly napping by a tree
 And every time he falls
 He finds some reason,
 Some disgraceful mechanism,
 To get up and fall again
 Then he will say
 I'm not going home,
 Today might be the day
 I'm coming to the end of something
 Yes it's early to let go
 Now the beggar and the lover are
 Smiling to one another
 Like they never did before
 With every winter gone I write a letter
 And if I was to live forever
 I would do it all the same
 It is addressed to some fool in the future
 One that's older and much looser
 Just in case he will forget
 He used to say:
 I'm not going home,
 Today might be the day
 I'm coming to the end of something
 Yet it's early to let go
 Now the beggar and the lover
 Are smiling to one another
 And saying to themselves
 I'm not going home,
 Today might be the day
 I'm coming to the end of something
 Yet it's early to let go
 Now the beggar and the lover
 Are smiling to one another
 And singing to themselves